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Seized from the Depths by Joris De Man


*Chapter 179*

In the silent, quick journey from the tower's outdoor teleport pad to Turbo's front door foyer, both boys remained silent in soft, hustling determination, though unbeknownst to Turbo, Chester now hung in stewing, quiet debate, one of which he was well aware he needed to simmer. Eager to keep his keen senses and dog-nose out of it, Chester remained quiet as both boys pressed into Turbo's home with a seal of his large door. Chester softened, sniffled his snout after Turbo in curiosity and assessed as he clumsily took his shoes off, lovingly pat Chester's side and began to press to the living room, where Lash cozily rested on the couch. Although Lash was ready for a full afternoon of laziness, Chester was well aware both him and Turbo were due to heading to his high rooftop for another one of Chester's diligent flight lessons. Chester perked his ears in curiosity as he sensed Turbo sag closer to the edges of the living room in which Lash cozily rested.

"Hey, man, we're gunna head to the roof, I have my phone on me," Turbo gently instructed, though as his eyes glossed the tv, he furrowed his brow in now bitter irritation as to just what was being played; reruns and media coverage of Archived Chaos' concerts and impending, amazing shebang to come within the next hour or two. Turbo firmly glowered the tv as images of Berri, Gunner, Theo and Wren flashed across the screen, a female news anchor urgently began to report the news, though Turbo's grumbling voice darkly pressed to Lash's disposition, "Lash, why are you watching this..."

"... What?" Lash staggered innocently, he furrowed his eyebrows and peered to Turbo as Turbo slowly made his way into the plush living room, although he was en-route to heading to the roof with Chester, he almost wanted to make clear to Lash, first and foremost, that he was bothered by this. Lash gestured to the tv as the news reporter continued on with excited fervor, though Lash quietly concluded his nervous, humble desire, "I-I consider the chick my friend, I just want to support her how I can."

"Likely Archived Chaos' biggest show yet to come, Arcadia Station, as well as Midnight Moon Theatre, are ramping up for the droves of gamers now pouring into Litwak's Arcade's newest, largest station," The news anchor pressed on with excitement, "Estimated to hold about fifteen thousand attendees, Midnight Moon is most definitely in for a treat this beautiful, sunny Friday."

"They really lucked out, with the Arcade being closed today," Lash mumbled, he furrowed his brows and peered to Turbo in soft collectedness, "Y'think they do shows for those that have a game day and physically can't attend?"

"I don't know, this is the first daytime show they've ever done," Turbo muttered in raw irritation.

"Y'know, for someone that REALLY doesn't care so much, you're spending an AWFUL amount of time lingering," Lash muttered, he rolled his eyes as Turbo remained fixated.

"Lookit his stupid face," Turbo grunted in blind irritation as Gunner was being interviewed by a news reporter; he sharply glowered the screen and felt a whole swathe of hatred course him, "I just learned that HE started that nasty rumor about Sama. HE was the reason Sama bailed out of the band. Lookit his smug face, how does he sleep at night?"

"Turbo," Lash huffed a loud chuckle, though Lash now nervously could see Chester, in the corner of his eye, remain planted in the kitchen, his ears flattened, his blind gaze was in Turbo's direction and his aura radiated a strange sense of prickled agitation. Lash cleared his throat and now very timidly eyed Chester, "Uh, Turbo..."

"He gets to sing and dance on stage with my Queen, he gets away with so much bullshit," Turbo grunted in now full-fledged, unassuming frustration as he gestured his arm out to the large flat screen that confidently hung on his wall, high above his currently unused fireplace, "Uhg, I'd give anything to just... Shake him."

"Anything?" Chester dared in a sharp, more thorny tone that usual, and with said switch up, Turbo furrowed his eyebrows further and slowly turned to peer over his shoulder.

A formidable beast, Chester's stance was that of firmly planted paws, his wings were loosely hovered in almost anticipation at his side, and what usually was a saggy, loose mopping of his long, flat platypus tail, was now a stiff, readied balance of agile certainty. Chester's ears were now perked high on his head, his broad chest expanded with a readied inhale, his tight-lipped, no-nonsense demeanor was something Turbo had never ever seen before. Turbo felt his stomach drop in a tense of hot confusion, he gave Chester a dumbfounded, irritated look he was well aware Chester couldn't see, though he also narrowed his eyes in piqued confusion and gestured his hand out to the tv up and before him. Turbo shook his head and inhaled a deep breath of readied irritation.

"What?" Turbo firmly pressed, hot irritation now began to drown the room, though Lash raised his eyebrows in prickled, nervous surprise and sat up a little straighter as a live wire now grappled both Chester and Turbo together in this turmoil.

"Well, you said you'd give anything to just SHAKE him," Chester urged through a firm, sarcastic hiss with a show of a cute, fang-filled smirk; his manner of speaking, his demeanor, the show of his sharp fangs amidst every word in preparation to fully snarl, Turbo urgently cued to all of these strange characteristics and now felt fear soak his coding as Chester's pressing, scary figure stood a little taller, a little stronger, "So, what'll it be? You said anything, right? Just what would you give to physically go down there, right now, and shake Gunner, like you so desperately want?"

"I'm not speaking literally, I just mean figuratively," Turbo now adamantly argued, he inhaled a deep breath and allowed full frustration to easily be delivered. What he typically was a soothing, easy-going soul was now someone almost constantly teetering on the edge of tense, angry frustration, "I don't know HOW many times I have to TELL you assholes... I'M. NOT. GOING!"

"Oh, right, you're just going to laze about in stupid flight lessons and pretend you have more pressing matters," Chester dared loudly, though it was here did Lash finally sink into himself the second the clack of Chester's claws firmly planted to the first step down into the living room. Turbo raised his eyebrows in reeling, regretful surprise and watched as Chester's haunting, blind eyes seemingly fixated tight to his soul, "You're just gunna... Sit here? While your so-called QUEEN is currently wrapped in one of the most IMPORTANT days of her life?"

"Chester," Turbo barked adamantly, though he huffed a shaky, falter of a breath the second Chester bared his fangs and let loose a deep, gentle guttural of a growl, tight at the back of his throat. Turbo knew he was safe to game over inside Sugar Rush, though the now impending idea of enduring said game over at Chester's claws and teeth was not something he ever thought he'd ever have to dreadfully brace for.

"Are you going to sit here and sulk and cry and COMPLAIN like you HAVE been doing for the past three weeks now?" Chester's loud voice urgently reverberated off of the bounce of glass they were nearly surrounded in, and as Chester slowly pressed closer to Turbo in a haunting show of now lightly sprawled wings, strong stature, a stiffened spine and a full, easy snarl of pristine four inch long fangs that twinkled in Sugar Rush's late morning sunshine, Turbo began to diligently sink into himself, "You're letting her down, BIG time... And the ONLY thing you can think about? IS GUNNER?"

"Th-that's..." Turbo now knew he was entirely beat, he swallowed hard and began to nervously take a few steps backwards, deeper into his living room, though Chester's very confident, stalking, firm footsteps plowed forward with no regard to furniture or anything that Turbo was very hesitantly weaving around.

"That's ENTIRELY the truth," Chester urgently snapped, his fangs clacked as he continued to bare them, he finally began to flatten his ears in a show of entire anger and frustration, he shook his head and narrowed his blind eyes in a haunting show of full-on dominance over every single being in this entire game, "I've sat back for FAR too long to let you carry on, like this. I love Berri too much to let her so-called future husband DO this to her."

"Chester, it's NOT that EASY," Turbo bellowed, he desperately tried to hold the high ground though Turbo largely flinched the second the paw of Chester's wing suddenly snatched a firm, jostling jolt of a grip on the chest of Turbo's shirt and caught Turbo tight in his boiling gravity.

"It's as easy as I have you in my control, right in this instance," Chester meanly hissed in Turbo's face, Lash bugged his eyes and gaped as Chester easily began to lift Turbo off his feet and continue towards the heavy, floor to ceiling splay of windows his lovely loft boasted, though with such warpath, Lash choked a noise and knew just what was coming here. Turbo grimaced a cough of a noise and urgently grappled his hands to the huge paw and dew claw of Chester's left wing, he now was easily three feet off the ground, hovering by his own weight. Turbo wheezed a choke of a noise and now peered his terrified, muted eyes tight to Chester's fangs, "You LOVE this woman, don't you?"

Turbo huffed a stagger of a nervous noise, and just as he was about to answer, Chester gripped his claw a bit firmer on the collar of Turbo's shirt, grit his fangs in a spike of billowing anger and viciously shoved Turbo back to the glass of his loft with a hollow bang. The only thing between being thrown from his building was the shivering glass Chester now had Turbo firmly thrusted against. Chester snarled and continued his words through said snarling.

"DON'T YOU?" Chester's voice rung clear across the game, though Turbo's words weakly shook from his figure.

"Of course I do," Turbo choked, Chester grit his teeth harder and pushed Turbo a little bit more aggressively into the glass.

"I have every intention to throw you out this window right now," Chester's deep, haunting voice now softened to a growl over Turbo's terrified, shaking soul, "You've had MONTHS to come to grips with this... You even met a PERFECT stranger not five minutes ago and she was floored to see you..."

"Chester," Turbo huffed in a stagger of gasping for air, he pleadingly peered up to Chester and felt fear just plague him as Chester pushed him a bit harder into the glass, though he jolted in surprise the second Chester reeled Turbo back just barely, and firmly threw him into the glass, once more, pinned and helpless, the pang of Turbo's skull and whole back hitting the glass loudly reverberated through his now frozen home.

"You're going to lose Berri if you don't go, NOW," Chester snarled, a trembling mess of fangs mixed with Turbo's nervous squirming and gasps for breath, "You want to marry this woman, don't you?"

"Yes," Turbo wheezed in dire urgency, he peered to Chester in a narrowed gaze of terrified plea.

"GO to her shows? Be King of Sugar Rush? Code babies with her? The whole nine-yards?" Chester firmly rattled, though Turbo coughed and wheezed his conclusions.

"Yes, yes!" Turbo's dire, raspy voice pleaded.

"Then what the hell are you still doing HERE," Chester growled in Turbo's face, to which Turbo's trembling aura peered up to him in continued terror, "You have two choices, my guy... You can either go now, or I will throw you to the streets below and the fall will be your time to think about your decisions."

Turbo heavily panted and felt his heart race with whole uncertainty; he knew exactly what needed to be done, he knew he had to rise to the occasion, he shut his eyes tight and opened his mouth to utter the words, though Chester jostled him and firmly got deeper into his face.

"WELL?" Chester loudly barked, to which Turbo gasped a noise and gripped the unwavering paw of Chester's wing, which was still firmly dug about Turbo's collar and neck.

"Okay, OKAY!" Turbo finally wheezed, though Chester quickly sagged and, although not daintily pressed to now treat Turbo like a gem, he dropped Turbo to the ground with a thud. Turbo hit the ground on his knees and firmly planted his hands to the ground, as well. In a hard, loud, wheezing coughing fit, Turbo gasped for air and firmly rubbed his collar, though his entirely washed, humbled gaze aimlessly glossed his living room in the firm shake of an awakening as he wheezed a trembling, frustrated conclusion, "I'll go, I'll go."

"WHAT!" Lash shrieked as he firmly stood from the couch, where he had been curled in petrified terror, though he rushed to Turbo's side and silently helped him get to a stand. Turbo gave Lash a humbled look of floored terror, though finally shot Chester a wildly insulted, angry glower of meanness. Lash dart his attention between the two and softly jostled Turbo's shoulder as he helped him to a stand, "Y-You're... You're gunna go to Arcadia?"

"If you don't say yes, I swear to GOD I will throw you," Chester darkly snapped with teeth still bared, he heavily panted through the adrenaline rush both boys were very quickly thrusted into, though as Turbo urgently rubbed his throat and kept his tight, mean glower to Chester's blind eyes, he coughed a raspy few words.

"Yes, I'll go to Arcadia," Turbo growled, he swallowed hard, panted through his nose and shook his head. He uttered a sharp notion before either Lash or Chester could get riled for his positive answer, "Under ONE condition."

Chester flattened his ears and held his ground, and although Lash was now along for this ride, he anxiously peered back and forth between Turbo's and Chester's now distanced stances.

"Don't... You... Dare," Chester growled as he lowered his head and kept his predatory blind eyes tight to Turbo's; Turbo eased a mean, panting smile and allowed his raspy voice to usher Chester the hugest ultimatum he could possibly offer.

"I'll go..." Turbo started, the world seemingly went silent as his mean, daring smile pressed Chester into a corner, "If you fly me there."